He was perfect. Denim-blue eyes, a dazzling smile. And he hadnât sent me a picture of his junk. Which is about as rare, these days, as a Dodo.
When Sloane met Myles, everything fell into place. He loved a Martini almost as much as she did, shared her passion for four-cheese pizzas, and made her laugh harder than any episode of Friends. Sheâd found The One at last and she could finally delete Tinder, forgetting all those waste-of-space men sheâd never have to date again.
But then she finds out that Myles has a secret. A very big one.
The fairytale is over. Her heart is blown to smithereens. Drowning her sorrows in Ben & Jerryâs can only get Sloane so far before she has to decide⊠Can she learn to love herself more than she loved the love of her life? And what if, after everything, sheâs got Myles â and his secret â all wrong?
